2019-01-17 Corgi

2019-01-17 Corgi
Wolf, Sydney, Hoxton, Jimmy, Dallas

[16:31:10] <Wolf> *It's been a few days since Jimmy showed up, the crew, especially Bain, moreorless at a total loss for who- or, as Wolf claims, what he is. The Technician's been stuck on that meth idea, thanks to that there's now maps and printouts of sketchy wikihow articles littered on the floor. The obsession makes one doubt whether or not there really was brain damage caused in the Jimmy incident. Doesn't matter now, though, the crew's wherever, not far, though, never far, when there's a knock at the door. Light. More of a tap.*
[16:35:22] <Sydney> *Sydney doesn't seem to notice. After spending much of the day testing her new guns at the firing range, her hearing is not the best, even though she used ear protection.*
[16:36:17] <Dallas> *Dallas frowns. Goes still, listening. The shock of finding their safehouse invaded a few days back has left him with a healthy sense of paranoia. He turns to look at the door. Waits to see if the sound repeats itself.*
[16:36:42] <Hoxton> *Nothing quite as reassuring as sleek and heavy gun metal in your hands. Hox looks up at the knock. Usually it's either Sydney or Dallas and they make it known it's them. Hox carefully rises, walking towards the door but keeping a safe distance. Not gonna get shot through it. A look at Dallas, eyebrow raised*
[16:37:26] <Wolf> *There's a moment of silence. Then another knock, softer, yet more insistent.*
[16:37:58] <Dallas> *Dallas picks up his sidearm from where it's been lying on the coffeetable, loads it. Too unwieldy for the holster with the suppressor screwed on. Can't be too careful.*
[16:39:15] <Hoxton> *Hox goes to secure one side, gun raised. Mouthing* Who the fook is this.
[16:40:42] <Sydney> *Sydney frowns, similarly grabbing her Cobra. She asks in a hushed tone,* Someone order food?
[16:41:32] <Wolf> *More knocking. Softer still, insistent still.*
[16:41:57] <Dallas> *Dallas shakes his head. Can we assume the security cam's still there over the door? If so, he'll pull the feeds up on his phone and have a look.*
[16:43:45] <Dallas> *beat; softly* Fuckin' snow over the cam.
[16:44:54] <Hoxton> *Hox curses. He frowns and takes the security off his new interceptor* Fook that. I'll open, ya two cover me.
[16:45:27] <Sydney> *Sydney nods, aiming her gun at the door.*
[16:45:48] <Dallas> *Dallas leans over the couch, bracing himself. Nice clear steady shot.*
[16:45:52] <Hoxton> *MATEVER IT IS*
[16:46:29] <Hoxton> *Hox raises his hand. Three fingers...two ....one. And he yanks the door open, stepping aside to not stand in the line of shooting.*
[16:47:18] <Wolf> *It's... a corgi! It's sitting there, being a very, very good boy, with a tape recorder on a string around its neck.*
[16:48:30] <Dallas> *Dallas' first thought--bomb. But no, there's no bomb. He carefully gets up from the couch, coming over to have a look outside. Not gonna bother the dog.*
[16:48:41] <Sydney> *Sydney arches an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly.* The fuck?
[16:49:46] <Wolf> *The dog, a puppy, walks inside now, excited at the sight of people. It runs over to Sydney, pawing at her leg.*
[16:49:52] <Hoxton> *Hox jumps back, somewhat expecting explosives. The dog however makes him blink in surprise. The fuck. He carefully inches closer, having a look around as well.* What the fuckin hell? That tape on it's neck?
[16:50:55] <Sydney> *Sydney gives the dog a vigorous petting, using it as cover to remove the tape recorder from its neck. After a cursory inspection, she presses 'Play".*
[16:54:23] <Hoxton> Jesus, wait a second! *Hox calls, stepping back. Could it be rigged? He lifts an arm, ready to dive into cover*
[16:54:23] <Wolf> *Guess whose voice you hear. You're never gonna fucking guess. It. It's fucking Jimmy. He says this ".. Hiya! It's uh- me, Jimmy. I sent this dog over to your place so I could get a message out without being attacked, because, y'know, you'd never hurt a puppy!-- You didn't hurt the puppy right? I hope not. But anyways, I have more about that job I told you about. I'm in a blue van down the street. Come when you're ready. If you changed your mind, just don't show up. And please put the dog back outside before you leave. I-It's my dog."*
[16:57:04] <Hoxton> *Hox listens rather dumbfoundedly. The dog? And now it's that guy's dog again? He lowers his gun, putting the odd stubby back into his holster on his hips.* What the fook. He..send a dog.
[16:57:18] <Dallas> *Dallas looks over sharply at the sound of Jimmy's voice on the tape. But the open door's letting in a helluva lotta cold air, so he shuts it (temporarily locking the dog in WITH THEM), comes over. Big damn frown at the proposition.*
[16:57:39] <Sydney> *Though still petting the dog with one hand, Sydney looks up to the others.* Well, I mean, he's not entirely wrong in that we might have shot him.
[16:58:23] <Hoxton> If he had busted another window? Yeah ya bet. Fella knows too much for comfort.
[17:00:11] <Wolf> *Oh, and guess whos awake now. And not very happy at the sight of- god forbid- a dog. Muffin. She hisses, but the dog seems relatively- unnaturally- unphased.* It's just been- standing there, facing the cat since it walked in. It hasn't blinked.*
[17:00:19] <Dallas> *Dallas is quiet for a moment before saying* I don't know what the hell this is, but if it's a setup--guy walks in here, practically hands us the noose to hang him with and expects us not to. It's too crazy to be a setup.
[17:03:40] <Sydney> *Sydney shrugs.* If he wanted us dead, he woulda sent a bomb.
[17:04:07] <Hoxton> Well..crazy does fit huh? *Hox rubs the back of his head looking properly baffled. He has seen his share of crazy assholes and yet this one takes the cake.* I....suppose. Well, boss. Ya think we should give it a try? I could check for the van. *beat* Good thing we were shoppin eh?
[17:04:30] <Dallas> *Dallas excuses himself, quickly steps outside to have a look down the street. Is there a blue van down there?*
[17:05:12] <Wolf> *Yes! When you do, the corgi walks outside too, barking in the direction of the van.*
[17:05:23] <Hoxton> *Hox looks rather uneasy but nods.* Yeah he woulda. I'd say...well. I'll fetch my vest, lassie.
[17:05:38] <Hoxton> A dog though? The fook. Also the cat's not lookin happy at all!
[17:05:51] <Dallas> *Dallas leaves the dog be, heads back in to get his coat.* He's there, all right.
[17:06:31] <Wolf> *The dog walks back inside anyways, Muffin growling. The dog walks directly up to her, looking her in the eyes.*
[17:08:49] <Wolf> *Muffin looks back at the dog, growling again. In response, the dog.. begins to make dialup noises and vibrate. Okay.*
[17:08:52] <Hoxton> *Hox is walking over with his vests, not yet sure which one to take.* So....we goin to say hello? Also what the fook is up with that dog?
[17:09:16] <Sydney> *Sydney also grabs her coat with a shrug.* Let's ...*She halts as she hears the dog.* Uhhhhhh.
[17:09:53] <Dallas> *Dallas comes over, bodily grabs the corgi, and hauls it out to where he safely deposits it in the snow.*
[17:10:26] <Wolf> *Right before he drops it he sees its eyes bluescreen and a windows error noise.*
[17:11:08] <Dallas> *Dallas can't help but blurt out in surprise* What the fuck, it's not real!
[17:11:49] <Sydney> *Sydney shakes her head.* Let's hope the crazy man makes more sense out of things.
[17:12:20] <Wolf> *Ok, it's good. It's rebooting now.*
[17:12:35] <Dallas> *DALLAS CLOSES THE DOOR, turns to the others with a startled look.*
[17:12:45] <Dallas> That thing's not real.
[17:12:54] <Hoxton> Whaddaya mean it's not real?
[17:13:09] <Dallas> I don't know--it's some kinda machine. Like an AI dog!
[17:13:47] <Hoxton> What the fook? That thing....looked bloody real? *beat* I aint high or somethin?
[17:14:03] <Dallas> You both heard that noise, right?
[17:14:16] <Sydney> If you're high, we all are.
[17:14:24] <Hoxton> *He nods, wide eyed* Like somethin bootin?
[17:14:46] <Dallas> Yeah. Now, unless he's pumped this place full of gas without us realizing-- *beat* Fuck it, let's see what this guy's got to say.
[17:15:03] <Dallas> *He cracks the door open. Is the dog still there?*
[17:15:22] <Wolf> *Yes! It's digging in the snow like nothing happened.*
[17:16:10] <Dallas> *Troubling. Dallas does a big circle around it, stopping to wait for the others.*
[17:16:15] <Sydney> *Sydney grabs her Cobra and walks to the door.* Might as well just get this over with.
[17:16:50] <Wolf> *It sticks its head in the little hole it made.*
[17:17:10] <Hoxton> *Hox quickly wriggles into the light vest, gasping as the vest presses againt the still impressive bruise. But he merely grinds his teeth and follows them, holsters open just to be safe.*
[17:18:05] <Wolf> *It found some dead grass under the snow. It eats the dead grass.*
[17:18:44] <Hoxton> *Big circle around it, Hox looks actually rather worried. This is just bleedin surreal.*
[17:19:15] <Dallas> *Coat open for sidearm access, Dallas quietly makes his way to the van. Across the street to begin with, looking into the driver side window. Anybody in there?*
[17:21:25] <Wolf> *Windows are tinted pitch black. Can't tell.*
[17:22:09] <Hoxton> *Hox walks around the van, checking the other side. The windows are tinted but he goes and lightly tugs on the doors. Locked?*
[17:22:33] <Wolf> *Yes, not for long, though, as the door's practically kicked open by the person inside.*
[17:23:01] <Jimmy> HEYY, HOXTON! YOU GUYS CAME BACK!
[17:23:13] <Sydney> *Sydney jumps back, surprised.* Jesus fuckin christ!
[17:23:23] <Hoxton> *Hox yelps in surprise and gets barreled into the snow. Pain hits him hard and sudden and he fumbles for his gun, breathless*
[17:23:29] <Dallas> *Dallas jumps, startled, instinctively pulling his gun.*
[17:24:19] <Dallas> *Dallas is moving, circling around to the back of the van to point his gun in. Holy nutballs.*
[17:24:42] <Sydney> *Sydney follows.*
[17:25:05] <Jimmy> *Unphased, he looks around.* Where's Dot at? *His eyes are drawn to the corgi in the distance.* Oh, there! C'mere, c'mere girl! Don't make me turn you on manual again!
[17:25:56] <Hoxton> What the fook? *He scrambles back onto his feet, gun steadily aimed at the madman.* What the fook!
[17:26:02] <Dallas> *Without taking his aim off the crazy guy in the van, Dallas reaches down and yanks Hox back upright--well, helps then.*
[17:26:16] <Jimmy> ((ok so basically robocorgi has 2 modes, dog and manual: dog = regular dog, manual = dog controlled by jimmy remotely))
[17:26:55] <Hoxton> *A thankful  nod and he is breathing through clenched teeth.* Oi. Quit the babblin and better get start explainin.
[17:27:13] <Sydney> *Sydney glances around.* Probably not in the open, yeah?
[17:27:53] <Jimmy> .. Oh, yeah, yeah. Good idea. *As Dot comes over and jumps onto Jimmy's lap, he nods.* Alright, get in the back, I'll explain on the way there.
[17:27:56] <Hoxton> *A little agitated wave with the matever* He's yelled my fuckin name loud enough anywhere. And I aint sure I want to get into that bleedin van!
[17:28:12] <Sydney> Wait, where are we going?
[17:28:23] <Jimmy> .. To the mission? Obviously?
[17:28:30] <Dallas> *Dallas stares.*
[17:29:12] <Sydney> Okay, um, we need to know what it is we're dealing with so we can gear up proper.
[17:29:26] <Jimmy> Oh, oh, you want an actual place. We're goin' to a Murkywater facility. Gotta steal an EMP bomb for the next part.
[17:31:16] <Hoxton> *Hox blurts* Murkywater? Ya completely nuts?
[17:31:32] <Jimmy> .. That's a rhetorical question, yeah?
[17:33:13] <Dallas> *Like Dot, Dallas needs a moment to reboot things upstairs, frowning intensely. After which he relaxes that frown, and says* First off, we are not going down to the store in that van with you, much less Murkywater. Second--you want us to do a job for you, you go through Bain, and third. If you think you're riding along with us on any job, you're way further gone than I thought.
[17:34:24] <Jimmy> Bain's not exactly an easy person to find though, huh? Broke my brain just tryin' to find you guys. Situation here's kinda time sensitive.
[17:35:21] <Hoxton> *Hox steps forward.* Why?
[17:35:38] <Dallas> I appreciate the urgency. But going back to what you told us last time, Akan can kill you, and he can kill us too. And so can the Murkies, for that matter. I'm not letting you drag my team in blind like that.
[17:35:58] <Sydney> *Sydney eyes Jimmy carefully.* Do you even have a fuckin' plan at all, you drongo?
[17:36:06] <Dallas> *He can't even remember which Jimmy told him that. Fuck his life.*
[17:36:50] <Jimmy> .. I'm not doin' that, though, mate. You guys're all I've got, I couldn't let you just die. Course I've got a plan. Spent months writin and rewritin the shit.
[17:38:42] <Dallas> *stiffly* Fair enough. Give us the details then. Loud or stealth?
[17:39:24] <Dallas> *--he said quietly.*
[17:39:53] <Hoxton> *Hox shudders a little* Jesus you are nuts. You got a plan? Ya coked up, mate!
[17:40:00] <Jimmy> Stealth. T-The first day's stealth. 's gotta be. Alarms go off, you're toast. 's Murky we're talkin about here.
[17:40:13] <Jimmy> Second day- Dunno. Depends on the defenses they've got.
[17:40:32] <Dallas> *Dallas just gets this exasperated look on his face. He'd been expecting something slipshod and stupid, but the guy's clearly put some thought into all this. Fuck.*
[17:40:34] <Hoxton> *Beat* And ya dont know what kinda defenses they have?
[17:41:46] <Jimmy> .. No, no I do not. No way to. Place's in Russia. Russians're the best secret-keepers.
[17:42:57] <Sydney> *Sydney just stares at him.*
[17:43:00] <Dallas> *Russia? Now Dallas just looks plain baffled.*
[17:43:21] <Dallas> *After a long moment, entirely skirting the Russia angle, he asks* What happened to the other one? The one who shot himself.
[17:43:55] <Jimmy> .. What'dya mean, mate? Figured your cleaner took care o' the body.
[17:44:15] <Dallas> *Dallas looks unsettled.*
[17:44:45] <Jimmy> What is it, mate?
[17:45:07] <Hoxton> Not gonna lie, this is....a lot to take in mate. Usually people get shot and die....and not come back. Somehow.
[17:45:43] <Dallas> *Finally shaking the creepy feeling, Dallas says* Maybe let's take this talk somewhere else, huh? You can forget the van, though. If we're going anywhere, we're gonna take that plan of yours, and we're going over the entire thing with a fine toothed comb till we're all satisfied.
[17:46:18] <Dallas> You said yourself you took months planning this thing. You can wait twenty four hours.
[17:46:34] <Jimmy> .. Alright, I gotcha. Thoroughness. I appreciate that.
[17:47:18] <Dallas> *Actually--taking a look inside the back of the van. Visible driver? Anything back there? Bags, clothes? Does it look like he's living out of this van?*
[17:48:35] <Jimmy> *Looks pretty trashy, only real objects being a large bag of cocaine and a dog bed. No driver, just Jimmy.*
[17:49:38] <Dallas> *Brief hesitation, but Dallas jerks his chin in the direction of the safehouse.* Let's talk inside. And, ah--kindly use the door huh, buddy?
[17:50:48] <Jimmy> *He laughs, setting Dot in the back.* Yeah, yeah, gotcha mate.
[17:51:10] <Hoxton> Sounds like some reason at last. *he is tempted to lock the dog out though. Creepy little shit but just shakes his head.* And dont ya try anythin stupid. Or else I'll try just how immortal ya really are.
[17:51:54] <Dallas> *Make no mistake, Dallas is frisking him at the door. Only real reason he offered the safehouse.*
[17:52:57] <Dallas> *Dallas heads back up the street to the safehouse, stopping to wait for them at the door.*
[17:53:20] <Sydney> *Sydney's eager to get back in out of the cold. She stays quiet for now, content to watch the madness unfold.*
[17:54:15] <Jimmy> *Jimmy dashes towards the door, a definite spring in his step. He looks at Sydney, stopping.* O-Oh! Almost forgot! You make masks, right? I got somethin' to show you!
[17:54:48] <Sydney> Mhmm. *Sydney can't help but smile. Oh, this is gonna be good.*
[17:55:39] <Jimmy> *Jimmy runs back to the van real quick, pulling out- a mask. I think. It's hard to tell over all the duct tape.* Look! I made it myself. It's a bit low-budget, but-
[17:56:47] <Hoxton> *Big eyes and then Hox starts laughing. This is just too surreal, might as well roll with it.*
[17:57:06] <Sydney> Duct tape. *Sydney has to bite back a mean comment.* Well, it gets the job done? I guess?
[17:57:13] <Dallas> *Dallas is just standing by the door watching him sprint back, a look of consternation on his face. You see someone this happy about something, it gets real hard to tell them no.*
[17:57:23] <Sydney> But you only need a mask if you're going into the field with us, yeah?
[17:57:37] <Dallas> *offers, gruffly* It's got character.
[17:57:58] <Jimmy> *Jimmy looks- a bit hurt, but quickly goes back to that same grin.* I- I mean, figured I would. For the second part, at least.
[17:58:25] <Hoxton> *Under his breath* Character. Jesus christ mate, I need a drink.
[17:58:54] <Hoxton> *Hox hobbles to the couch, flopping down, placing the matever on his lap. This might be funny but better safe than sorry.*
[17:59:15] <Dallas> *Dallas waves them through.* Let's get the hell outta this cold. Can't feel my frickin' dick. *He stops Jimmy, however. Gives him a quick frisk to make sure he's not packing.*
[17:59:31] <Dallas> *If he is, he'll ask him to disarm and leave the weapons at the door.*
[18:00:05] <Jimmy> *He's not, surprisingly. Minus a coke bag.*
[18:00:23] <Dallas> *Dallas puts the coke back in his pocket, gestures to the door. Go on in.*
[18:01:28] <Jimmy> *Jimmy gives a little smile, walking in.* Nic- place. You got a place here.
[18:01:41] <Sydney> Nice now that we cleaned up the fuckin glass.
[18:01:45] <Sydney> And the body.
[18:01:59] <Dallas> Blood, too. *Dallas closes the door, kicks the snow off his shoes.*
[18:02:30] <Hoxton> Your double or whatever was one heavy bastard, by the way.
[18:03:07] <Jimmy> *He laughs.* Yeah, sorry 'bout that. Woulda helped but I did not feel wanted in the slightest.
[18:03:49] <Dallas> *Dallas shrugs out of his coat.* Get you something? Glass of water, beer?
[18:04:40] <Jimmy> *Jimmy isn't wearing a coat, of course.* Nah, mate, I'm good.
[18:05:02] <Hoxton> *You know what. Hox is frowning. Listening in closely. If that dog was some kind of robot...*
[18:05:11] <Dallas> *Undaunted, Dallas says to the others* How about you guys?
[18:05:42] <Dallas> *He just refused a drink. There's nothing for him to sleep in in the back of that van. Only one conclusion can be drawn from this: He's a fuckin' MACHINE.*
[18:05:44] <Hoxton> *beat* A beer. Or anything stronger ya have.
[18:06:02] <Sydney> Just some lemonade, mate.
[18:06:03] <Jimmy> .. Mate, I'm not a robot- well, not technically. I'm a better made robot than Dot. She's still in testing.
[18:06:21] <Hoxton> *Hox' eyes grow big.*
[18:06:34] <Dallas> *Beer it is. Not gonna let Hox get shitfaced while this whackjob's in free roam mode or whatever.*
[18:06:48] <Hoxton> What the fuck. Wait wait wat. Now ya kidding. What the fuck are ya even?
[18:06:57] <Dallas> *And a glass of lemonade for Sydney. He brings the drinks over to them.*
[18:07:21] <Jimmy> *Jimmy looks slightly annoyed, yet understanding.* You want a science lesson or somethin'?
[18:08:00] <Dallas> Let's take it from the top. Who told you to come find us?
[18:08:10] <Sydney> *Sydney accepts hers with a grateful nod. *
[18:09:05] <Jimmy> Me. I did. I needed help 'n you guys happened to be on the news.
[18:09:10] <Hoxton> Well....actually fuckin yeah? *beat* Afterwards perhaps.
[18:09:29] <Dallas> *bluntly* Who made you?
[18:09:45] <Hoxton> *Hox nurses his beer. Now this is weird but really, really interesting.*
[18:09:56] <Dallas> *He's assuming a frickin' MACHINE like him can't have dreams and plans of his own. Utterly unwilling to accept the idea.*
[18:12:24] <Jimmy> .. Okay, okay, this- this is where it gets complex. I did, but like, not really. Basically, I used to be an avatar controlled by my creator, me, but then shit with Akan went down and he decided that he needed at least one Jimmy self-piloted for backup. Me n' Suavey both got chosen, but he didn't work out, so now I gotta do it. Made the dog miself,
[18:12:24] <Jimmy> if ya couldn't tell.
[18:14:08] <Dallas> *Dallas nods, taking it all in.* I'd like to speak to your creator.
[18:14:31] <Hoxton> *Hox is baffled, watching him closely. At least he hasnt heard any machine whirring or anything like this. But it's....shit. He looks completely human.*
[18:14:48] <Jimmy> .. Not sure ya can. Haven't heard from him in a while.
[18:15:05] <Hoxton> So....ya a robot? Clone? Or somethin else?
[18:15:47] <Jimmy> Bit o' both.
[18:16:12] <Dallas> What happened with Akan?
[18:16:15] <Hoxton> *A stunned look and Hox not so sublty looks at him, trying to spy any mechanical parts*
[18:16:53] <Jimmy> Raid, basically. Doubt creator's dead, he's probably ju- hey, hey asshole, my eyes are up here.
[18:17:10] <Sydney> *Sydney looks incredulous, but sits back, taking this all in.*
[18:18:42] <Dallas> So this is some kinda revenge hit? Heist an EMP, knock the lights out at Akan's Russian facility?
[18:19:21] <Jimmy> Yep. 'xactly. 's also got the bonus of preventing Akan from creating a potential world-ending army of superhumans.
[18:19:42] <Dallas> Y'mean others like you.
[18:19:55] <Hoxton> *Hox jumps somewhat embarrassed but flips him the bird*
[18:20:18] <Hoxton> *Which he might regret later. Superhumans?*
[18:20:46] <Hoxton> And this Akan fella? He's a fucking bot as well?
[18:20:56] <Dallas> *Dallas starts to say something, stops.*
[18:20:59] <Jimmy> Nope. Just a fuckin' asshole.
[18:22:15] <Dallas> You just admitted there's only one of you left, and the original's probably face down in a ditch somewhere. Not so immortal after all. Give me one good reason I shouldn't put one right between your eyes right now, and spare me the bleeding heart WWIII talk.
[18:22:51] <Sydney> *Sydney finally speaks up.* Because I don't think he's lying.
[18:22:58] <Jimmy> Because I trust you won't.
[18:24:21] <Dallas> *Silence from Dallas, but they're right. He's bought the story, and he's not gonna pull the trigger.* What are you offering us?
[18:25:08] <Jimmy> Half the money I got left.
[18:26:31] <Hoxton> *Hox starts fidgeting a little. There is something he wants to ask but let's Dallas finish the monetary questions first.*
[18:28:24] <Dallas> *Dallas seems to notice the fidgeting. He leans back, gives Hox a small up-nod.*
[18:28:29] <Dallas> *You go first.*
[18:29:26] <Hoxton> *Hox looks at Dallas and then at Jimmy.* How do ya....well. Ya said ....ya being a clone or could your creator make another like you from a dead body?
[18:30:03] <Jimmy> .. If he's alive, don't see why not. Why?
[18:30:08] <Dallas> *Dallas recoils slightly. Eww.*
[18:30:31] <Sydney> That tech would be worth quite a lot of money.
[18:31:16] <Hoxton> *His own thoughts disturb him but....well. If this wanker is getting them killed...there might be another option out, it seems.* Just...curious.
[18:31:37] <Hoxton> Can ya die? From age or somethin?
[18:31:45] <Jimmy> *Jimmy flinches at the comment, startled.* W-Why?
[18:33:17] <Hoxton> Well I dont speak to bleedin cyborgs on a daily basis. Curious, that's all. *He nods* But let's get business sorted first eh? How much is your half?
[18:34:06] <Jimmy> *He nods, satisfied.* Yeah, yeah, I get that.... 's about 25 mil?
[18:34:25] <Sydney> *Sydney nearly chokes on her drink.*
[18:34:28] <Hoxton> *Hox almost chokes on his beer*
[18:35:19] <Dallas> *Dallas seems entirely unfazed.* I'm curious. This supersoldier army Akan's trying to build--that wouldn't happen to be with the same tech that created you, would it?
[18:35:50] <Jimmy> Would be. Stronger, o' course. Billions of dollars poured into it.
[18:36:27] <Sydney> *Sydney wipes her chin, sharing a knowing glance with Hoxton.*
[18:36:49] <Hoxton> *Hox just rotates his finger around his temple. This? Utter madness.*
[18:37:14] <Hoxton> How...how come the fuckin army aint involved?
[18:37:32] <Sydney> *Sydney doesn't disagree with him.*
[18:38:01] <Jimmy> Akan's a billionare. Army doens't give a shit. Won't till it's too late.
[18:38:17] <Dallas> What time is too late? They started production yet?
[18:38:51] <Jimmy> They will soon, if they haven't already.
[18:39:31] <Hoxton> So...I suppose these wankas wont be happy if we drop a bloody EMP in their lap. That enough to stop em?
[18:40:07] <Dallas> *The thought of tens of thousands of coked up Jimmies overrunning the earth--not entirely pleasant to imagine.*
[18:40:40] <Jimmy> Course it will. Humanoid or not, 's still tech based. It'll fuck em up enough if it doesn't outflat knock 'em out.
[18:41:05] <Dallas> And then what? We swoop in, steal their research notes?
[18:41:18] <Jimmy> Yeah, basically.
[18:42:05] <Dallas> Have you ever pulled a job like this before?
[18:42:28] <Jimmy> .. No.
[18:42:45] <Dallas> *beat* You know how to handle a gun?
[18:42:50] <Jimmy> Course.
[18:42:55] <Dallas> All right. What else can you do?
[18:42:57] <Sydney> Killed anyone?
[18:43:04] <Jimmy> Course.
[18:45:59] <Hoxton> *Muffled* Better be fuckin laser eyes.
[18:46:31] <Jimmy> .. Nah, my- my whole kinda deal is that I'm like, 98% human.
[18:47:38] <Dallas> So what's the deal here? You and the others split up the workload while your creator goes off and does whatever he wants?
[18:48:55] <Jimmy> Didn't used to be. Creator'd just use us for certain things, like, I was the negotiator. Now, I just got this whole thing to myself.
[18:49:31] <Hoxton> *beat* Yeah course you are. The other one was really shite at negotiatin.
[18:51:07] <Jimmy> .. So? What's the verdict on this whole thing?
[18:51:45] <Dallas> Hold up. Tell us more about this Murky situation. What we're going after, what kinda security to expect.
[18:52:31] <Jimmy> The bomb parts'll be on trains. Heavy security. Maybe even drones.
[18:54:06] <Dallas> *Dallas balks a little.* How much do you think that thing's worth?
[18:54:10] <Sydney> *Sydney grabs a pad of paper and starts taking notes.*
[18:55:02] <Jimmy> Millions. But we gotta use it. Could be more loot there, too, though. That'd be all yours.
[18:55:44] <Hoxton> Murky, yeah. They haul all kinda loot from everywhere.
[18:55:58] <Dallas> Have you tried buying it from them? Credentials like yours--your creator's, specifically. They might be willing to negotiate.
[18:56:51] <Jimmy> Course I tried. Got a big fat "No". The original buyer's offered more, suppose.
[19:00:16] <Dallas> *quietly* Assuming we even get in the gate... *beat; to Jimmy* Gonna need all the intel you got on the place. Photos, notes. All of it.
[19:01:03] <Jimmy> Right, right. I'll get everything I can.
[19:02:09] <Hoxton> *Hox is honestly a little spacing out, cradling his beer. The thought of ...well. Waking up and his arms or legs mate out of cold metal....he shudders a little.*
[19:02:46] <Jimmy> ...... You good, man?
[19:03:49] <Jimmy> *He looks at Hoxton, worried.*
[19:05:10] <Hoxton> *He looks up, frowning a little.* Yeah 'course. But ya sure it's just murkies and...not some super soldiers guardin the place?
[19:06:02] <Jimmy> Yeah, Murkies. Only Murkies.
[19:08:57] <Hoxton> Well. What do ya fellas say? This is....certainly somethin.
[19:09:06] <Dallas> *Dallas is quietly sitting there, watching them. After a moment, he says to Jimmy* Why'd he shoot himself? Your double. Some kinda failsafe?
[19:10:03] <Jimmy> ... Not- not sure. Musta figured you woulda killed him anyways.
[19:10:27] <Dallas> If things go south, are you gonna shoot yourself too?
[19:11:22] <Jimmy> *Jimmy pauses. Looking down.* ... No. No, I-I dragged you guys into this. I won't take the easy way out.
[19:11:37] <Hoxton> That sounds awfully human, mate.
[19:12:15] <Jimmy> 98%.
[19:12:28] <Dallas> *Dallas' expression softens, but he goes* Good. 'Cause if you stiff us and off yourself, mark my words, I'll Frankenstein you back to life just to shoot you again. *But he seems satisfied, says* Get us the intel, then we'll talk.
[19:13:13] <Jimmy> .. Gotcha. *Beat.* Sh-Should I leave?
[19:13:17] <Hoxton> *A chuckle at that declaration and he downs his beer in a hearty sip.*
[19:14:05] <Dallas> *Dallas spreads his hands.* Does this look like a fuckin' clubhouse to you?
[19:14:23] <Dallas> *It does, but shh.*
[19:14:23] <Sydney> *Sydney chuckles.*
[19:14:57] <Jimmy> *Jimmy takes that, getting up and walking out.* Gimme a couple hours. *With that, he shuts the door.*
[19:15:48] <Dallas> *Dallas lets out a breath, getting up to lock the door behind him. Triple-locked for good measure.*
[19:16:21] <Hoxton> *Hox stands up, cursing under his breath and vigoriously rubbing his face.* Any of ya got a smoke?
[19:16:45] <Dallas> *Dallas offers his pack without a word.*
[19:17:13] <Jimmy> *Meanwhile, back in his van, Jimmy's sorting through piles and piles of papers. Most of it relating to the mission, some of it not. A few news printouts. A couple sentimentals. He's thrown all of it into a plastic bag. Style.*
[19:18:55] <Hoxton> *Hox fishes one out for himself.* Cheers. Jesus christ, this ....happened yeah? Fucking cyborgs and clones and fucking world wars. *He sounds more shaken than he'd like to admit, lighting his smoke and heading towards one of the grimy windows.*
[19:19:19] <Sydney> You know, this is exactly like a dream I had once.
[19:19:49] <Dallas> *Surprised look from Dallas.* Oh yeah?
[19:20:40] <Sydney> Yeah. It was pretty goddamn weird. *She does not offer further clarification.*
[19:21:07] <Dallas> *Fair enough. Dallas says* Murkywater--that I could see happening. But Russia?
[19:21:54] <Sydney> At least the Feds won't be breathin' down our necks over there.
[19:21:56] <Hoxton> *Hox is smoking quietly, smoke curling in faint whisps towards the ceiling. Probably listening.*
[19:22:00] <Sydney> We could really cut loose.
[19:26:27] <Jimmy> *It's about 1 AM when the gang hears a loud banging at the door.* OY! OY IT'S ME! LEMME IN!
[19:29:58] <Dallas> *Dallas jolts up from the couch, stalking over to the door. Opens it.* Fuck's sake, keep it down. You're gonna wake the whole neighborhood.
[19:30:15] <Dallas> *Yeah, he's just been sitting there tensely waiting for the other shoe to drop.*
[19:30:54] <Hoxton> *Hox jumps up as well, gun in his hand* Fuckin....*He lowers the gun again.*
[19:31:12] <Sydney> *Sydney mutters* At least he's knocking this time. *She rolls her eyes.*
[19:32:25] <Jimmy> *Jimmy has: 3 cardboard boxes and a plastic gas station bag.*
[19:32:59] <Dallas> *Carrying: nothing, and Dallas doesn't offer to help, just stepping out of the way to let him in.*
[19:33:36] <Sydney> *Sydney's too suspicious of what's in those boxes to offer to help.*
[19:33:50] <Jimmy> *He manages, somehow, dropping the stuff onto the floor.* Alright, alright, here's- everything.
[19:34:50] <Sydney> Let's take a look then, yeah?
[19:34:57] <Dallas> *Looking baffled at the sheer volume, Dallas crouches by one of the boxes, opening it up. Organized files, or chaotic mess?*
[19:35:14] <Hoxton> *Hox runs a hand through his short hair.* Well. We can work with that huh.
[19:36:18] <Jimmy> *Chaotic as FUCK. Pictures, transcripts, blueprints- there's so fucking much and none of it is organized.*
[19:37:16] <Sydney> ...I'm gonna make some coffee. I think this might take a while.
[19:37:44] <Dallas> *Dallas starts gingerly sifting through the massive stockpile of intel.* Good thinking. Make it strong, huh?
[19:39:03] <Sydney> *Sydney makes a dismissive noise, insulted by the implication there was any other way she made coffee*
[19:39:39] <Hoxton> Christ. *Hox kneels down, starting to sift through the intel as well.* Granted....better than nothin huh?
[19:45:40] <Jimmy> So, uhh.. didn't have time to organize it, sorry.
[19:45:57] <Sydney> *Sydney focuses on the intel about the russian base, handing off any murky intel to the others.*
[19:46:44] <Dallas> *Dallas looks a little daunted, but he enlists Jimmy's help to make sense of the data. Trying to get a clear picture of the Murky facility.*
[19:47:48] <Jimmy> *Jimmy does, this he speaks... uncharacteristically scientifically. He really cares about this, it seems.*
[19:50:35] <Dallas> *While they work, Dallas tries sussing out a little more information about Jimmy's creator. Whether he developed the tech used to make all these Jimmies, what the original purpose was before Akan appropriated it for his army.*
[19:52:26] <Sydney> ((Hmm. Had a random thought. How many people have your characters killed?
[19:53:10] <Jimmy> *More or less, he gets the following: Jimmy's creator is quadriplegic, the purpose of him and his counterparts, more or less, was to act as the bodies the creator couldn't have.*
[19:53:53] <Jimmy> ((Jimmy it's only like a half-dozen. Wolf it's a number large enough that they haunt his nightmares.))
[19:55:17] <Dallas> *Dallas sifts through some photos, says* He must've known it was only a matter of time before the military came knocking. Or people like this Akan. I'm guessing he offered to buy the tech, but your creator said no.
[19:55:58] <Sydney> ((I'm thinking Sydney's kill count is in the low 20s range. 6 guards at the armored car thing, I'm estimating 5 at Harvest and Trustee, 2 at the diamond shop))
[19:56:07] <Jimmy> .... That's what happened, I think, yeah.
[19:59:36] <Hoxton> In the wrong hands, this might be really, really bad. Yeah. Can't blame ya creator. Tough luck not bein able to move on yer own.
[20:00:22] <Jimmy> .. Yeah. Yeah, it.. it sucks.
[20:00:26] <Dallas> *to Jimmy* Any idea where he might be?
[20:01:01] <Sydney> ((Her New Years resolution is to hit 100))
[20:02:55] <Jimmy> .. I got a few ideas. Focused on this first, though. Hopefully we'll get on the news, I'll catch his attention. He'll- remember I exist. *His usual tone drops a bit at that last part, before immediately returning.* So, how long's it gonna take your little Bain to okay this?
[20:04:59] <Dallas> *Now this gets Dallas wondering if, come payday, this Jimmy character's just gonna empty out his pockets and hand them each a third of a dollar and a piece of fluffy lint.* You let us worry about that. Help me get this stuff sorted.
[20:06:21] <Jimmy> .. Alright, gotcha. *He looks back down, scanning back over the files. Re-remembering what's what.*

2019-01-18

[17:10:58] <Jimmy> *It's the next morning when, unsurprisingly, there's a knock at the safehouse door. There isn't a need to bother with formalities: The crew knows it's Jimmy. If they didn't, the now-kicking at the door should make it clear.*
[17:12:18] <Sydney> *Sydney heads to the door.* Jesus fuck, don't bloody break it down!
[17:12:57] <Jimmy> *You hear cackling on the other side.* I'm just fuckin' with ya!!
[17:13:34] <Sydney> *She opens the door, leveling a glare at him.* Have you considered that we don't like being fucked with?
[17:13:59] <Sydney> Especially when it's our stuff.
[17:14:20] <Jimmy> ...Yeah, yeah, I get it. You hate fun. *He chuckles.* Anyways, have you looked over the plans? What's the verdict?
[17:19:31] <Hoxton> *Hox is sitting by the table, looking a little tired. He is smoking, eyeing Jimmy warily from where he sits* Verdict's ya fuckin notes were a mess to sort, fella.
[17:20:32] <Jimmy> Mi' dad always told me disorganization is a sign of genius. *He seems unphased.*
[17:21:00] <Sydney> Also a sign of insanity. *Sydney would know.*
[17:21:04] <Dallas> *Dallas isn't on the premises. He doggedly sifted through notes until around 5 AM, at which point he drove home. Hasn't turned up yet.*
[17:21:31] <Dallas> *He did grumble as he left, "This is fucking insane."*
[17:22:11] <Hoxton> Well sure it's genius to let others sift through ya mess. But ya gotta wait for the boss ta show up. *He takes a long drag, a cup of coffee in front of him*
[17:23:45] <Jimmy> .. Alright, alright. *He flops down on one of the couches, grinning.*
[17:26:22] <Sydney> *Sydney walks over to one of the walls, which has dozens of papers pinned to it. She taps her chin gently.* It...doesn't seem completely impossible.
[17:26:35] <Sydney> Just mostly.
[17:27:37] <Hoxton> *Beat* But completely insane. Ah. *he takes a long sip.* A bleedin army of robots and ...whatever.
[17:28:13] <Jimmy> *He looks over at Sydney.* Wouldn't you say it's about as possible as a rando sheila taking an infamous robber gang head-on and walking away with her head on her shoulders?
[17:29:06] <Hoxton> *Hox raises one eyebrow. Rando shiela eh?*
[17:30:32] <Sydney> *Sydney chuckles, then shakes her head, still contemplating the board.* Hard to say. There's a helluva lot more things that could go wrong here. My plan was real simple in comparison.
[17:30:57] <Jimmy> The risk is what makes it fun.
[17:31:37] <Sydney> Oh, I won't argue that. But there's the fun kind of risk, and the suicidal kind of risk.
[17:31:56] <Dallas> *Morning traffic's thankfully loosened up by this point, and Dallas washes up at the door, looking like life's chewed him over properly. This grumpy look on his face as he knocks the snow off like the bag of breakfast sandwiches he's got did him some kinda deep disservice. He only looks mildly disappointed to see Jimmy rattling around the safehouse, calling out* There you are. Care to tell us how exactly you plan to get us all the way out to Russia without Akan noticing?
[17:32:09] <Dallas> *And no, he hasn't been chewing all this over instead of sleeping. Okay, he has, but--*
[17:33:30] <Jimmy> Well I suppo- *He looks over at Dallas's entrance.* Oh, there you are! Yeah, yeah, got that all sorted out. Got a helicopter pilot who'll look the other way.
[17:35:01] <Hoxton> *A nod in greeting and Hox sneaks out to grab himself a sandwich. Hard to stay focused on an empty stomach and he walks back, quietly eating the sandwich and listening closely. Someone still convince him this is real and not some dream while being utterly shit faced.*
[17:35:52] <Dallas> *Dallas raises his eyebrows, perplexed. So this Jimmy character's got more than a single dollar and some lint to his name. He comes over to the couches, drops off the bag of sandwiches. They're for sharin', eh?*
[17:36:40] <Sydney> *Sydney grabs one and starts munching on it quietly.*
[17:36:53] <Hoxton> And what about the money? Ya got it or is it all relative money we speakin about?
[17:36:54] <Dallas> *And on a yes/no answer to the plan: Nothing he'll say out loud right now with Jimmy around, but last night, while going over Murkywater, Dallas admitted he'd be in for day one. Day two, however--the inability to visit the site before the job seemed to frustrate him.*
[17:38:13] <Hoxton> I like me some honest crooked work but I aint gonna hold out my head just like that. None of us will, I say.
[17:41:35] <Sydney> ...Huh. *She tries to say something, but her mouth is full. She takes a moment to finish chewing and swallow before continuing,* I have an idea. We might wanna see if Vlad has any buddies in the area.
[17:43:38] <Jimmy> *Jimmy nods. He has no idea who the fuck Vlad is and he doesn't trust the idea of bringing another Russian into this but-*
[17:43:51] <Dallas> Good thinking. Let's give him a call.
[17:44:34] <Hoxton> Isn't he ukranian? Ah what the hell. Knowin him he probably has.
[17:44:42] <Sydney> ((...oh wow. I thought of something))
[17:45:49] <Sydney> ((in meltdown, when we find out it's nukes, Vlad plays the card about "knowing what you did in Russia" to make sure we get him the nukes))
[17:49:17] <Sydney> Cuz yeah. We might not have time to scout the place out, but we can at least have some boots on the ground before we get there.
[17:49:48] <Jimmy> *Jimmy now notices Muffin in the corner giving him the stinkeye.* ... The fuck's his problem?
[17:54:21] <Dallas> It's a good start. He might be able to give us some backup as well. *to Jimmy, completely ignoring the cat issue* How are we crossing the Pacific? No chopper can take us the whole way there, and a couple of us can't fly with an airline, if you know what I'm talking about. Maybe Vlad?
[17:54:30] <Dallas> *beat* Didn't he mention a brother-in-law with a plane?
[17:54:46] <Sydney> *Sydney mutters something about Jimmy beating Muffin's owner unconscious.*
[17:55:23] <Hoxton> Oi. What about compensation?
[17:55:53] <Jimmy> .. Compensation for what? I'll pay ya when the job's done.
[17:56:14] <Dallas> We'll need an advance. Overhead.
[17:56:25] <Dallas> *NOBODY UNDERMINE HIM. Let's see if this bozo can cough up the cash.*
[17:56:54] <Jimmy> .. Aight. What was the number I said again? I'll give you a third that.
[17:57:26] <Dallas> A third of twenty five mil. Somebody do the math on that.
[17:57:27] <Hoxton> Eight million? Hm.
[17:57:50] <Hoxton> *beat* And 'round three grand.
[17:58:17] <Dallas> *Dallas leans over, says quietly* Grand is a thousand. You mean three hundred grand. Just--for posterity's sake.
[17:58:24] <Jimmy> Eight million and three. Right, right. Gimme a minute. *He stands up, headed to his van.*
[17:58:41] <Hoxton> *Hox looks a little embarrassed.* Yeah. Bloody hell.
[17:58:43] <Dallas> *Dallas looks up in surprise, tracking Jimmy to the door. No fucking way.*
[17:59:03] <Hoxton> Wait. Wait he's...gonna get the cash. Holy shit.
[17:59:10] <Sydney> *Sydney blinks.* Is he...does he... is it fucking in the van??
[17:59:29] <Dallas> *Rusty gears turning in Dallas' head. What the f-- Where's he keeping it all? Stuffed in the dog bed?*
[17:59:38] <Sydney> ((INSIDE THE DOG))
[17:59:44] <Hoxton> ((Vlad style.))
[18:00:18] <Jimmy> *It's a couple minutes before Jimmy's back, carrying Dot. What the fuck, Jimmy.* I got it, I got it!
[18:00:54] <Dallas> *Dallas just stares. Dog. ATM. Does not compute.*
[18:01:26] <Hoxton> *Beat* The money, Jimmy. Not the bloody dog. *Softly* Please someone pinch me. This cant be fuckin real.
[18:02:39] <Dallas> *Not gonna lie, it's occurred to Dallas to hold Jimmy hostage as collateral to force the real Jimmy to cough up more money, but the dog as collateral?*
[18:02:41] <Sydney> *Sydney goes pale at the implication.*
[18:02:57] <Dallas> *Dog as collateral is still miles better than dog ATM.*
[18:03:12] <Jimmy> *He sets Dot on the ground and kneels, patting her head.* Right, girl! We need 8 million and 300 grand! *Dot immediately- literally starts coughing up Benjamins, Jimmy looking up.* It's a foolproof security system, eh?
[18:03:37] <Dallas> *Dallas jolts up from his seat, startled.*
[18:05:16] <Dallas> *Dallas keeps his distance for as long as the dog's hurling cash, but when the opportunity arises, he creeps closer and picks up one of the bills, having a look at it. Real?*
[18:05:47] <Sydney> *Still stunned, Sydney manages,* Well, I guess it could be worse.
[18:05:50] <Hoxton> *Hox just stares, trying to comprehend how the fuck a dog is vomiting up money like this. He goes to check on the money but let's Dallas handle it first.*
[18:05:56] <Jimmy> *After a minute or two, there's a pile of cash on the floor and Dot, sitting and awaiting pets. Yes, very real.*
[18:07:19] <Dallas> *Dallas flips the bill over, looking baffled. Passes the bill back to Hox so he can have a look.*
[18:07:34] <Dallas> No wonder the damn thing was so heavy.
[18:07:57] <Hoxton> *Hox gingerly takes one, crinkling it, squinting and looking at all the watermarks that should be there. Is it real?*
[18:08:17] <Jimmy> It's like a piggy bank, but a dog.
[18:08:28] <Hoxton> *Hox sniffs it.*
[18:08:52] <Jimmy> *There's a faint wet dog smell, but the money smell overpowers it.*
[18:08:59] <Hoxton> *Almost goes to open his mouth and...nah. That'd be gross.*
[18:09:20] <Dallas> *Does he know what money tastes like? Why does he know what money tastes like?*
[18:09:33] <Hoxton> *Well that...kinda checks out. But is it real?*
[18:09:41] <Dallas> *Is this how you hide money in prison? Beurgh.*
[18:09:42] <Jimmy> *Does Dallas not know?*
[18:09:48] <Dallas> *Dallas has never licked a bill.*
[18:09:57] <Jimmy> *Coward.*
[18:10:00] <Dallas> *D8*
[18:10:37] <Dallas> *All loose bills, then?*
[18:10:42] <Hoxton> *Ask him. A story for another time. He does.*
[18:11:06] <Dallas> *No thanks, Dallas is perfectly happy not knowing the things he's put in his mouth over the course of his incarceration.*
[18:11:17] <Jimmy> *Yep, loose $100. Jimmy can't file checks.*
[18:11:35] <Hoxton> *Wasnt in jail but before. BUT ALRIGHT. *
[18:11:43] <Hoxton> Well....fuck me, those are real.
[18:12:04] <Hoxton> And....the dog puked em out.
[18:12:12] <Jimmy> Hell yeah they are. *He's petting Dot now.*
[18:12:26] <Sydney> Count your blessings it didn't come out the other end.
[18:12:52] <Jimmy> Thought about that in the beta design. I really did.
[18:13:03] <Sydney> Of course you did.
[18:13:21] <Dallas> *This is... a baffling sum of loose bills. The reality of which has barely sunk in. Dallas crouches by the regurgitated currency, checks another bill, then another. For $8 million? He looks up at his crewmates, gauging their expressions. Still on board?*
[18:14:11] <Jimmy> *Dot's gone and hopped onto the couch now.*
[18:14:33] <Hoxton> *under his breath* We should keep the bloody dog around.
[18:14:45] <Dallas> *The couch is a scuffed up POS. Dallas gives no fucks what the dog does with it. Hell, Muffin's probably scratched it to hell and back already.*
[18:14:53] <Sydney> *Sydney sees Dallas' look and nods, a wicked gleam coming into her eyes.*
[18:15:34] <Dallas> *Dallas straightens, gives Jimmy a nod.* Count us in. Let's shake Murkywater down for that EMP. After that... we'll see.
[18:16:40] <Hoxton> Sounds like a plan. Been a while since we gave Murkies a good old shakedown.
[18:17:23] <Jimmy> *Jimmy looks esctatic.* Oh my god, you actually- YES! HAHA, FUCK YEAH! *He's jumped up, hugging Dallas.* THANK YOU SO FUCKING MUCH!
[18:18:26] <Sydney> *Sydney gets a good laugh at his enthusiasm. She's starting to see a bit of herself in him.*
[18:18:54] <Dallas> *Dallas stiffens up like a startled cat, no move to return the hug or even smile. He gives him a second or two to enjoy the victory, then gently pries him off like unsticking a pancake from the wall.* All right.
[18:19:02] <Hoxton> *Hox looks up baffled but just chuckles. Pure and bleeding madness. But well paid madness.*
[18:19:39] <Jimmy> Alright, alright! Do- do you guys need another day, or?
[18:21:00] <Sydney> I need some sleep, and Vlad'll take time.
[18:21:16] <Hoxton> Well we gotta stake out mate. So yeah, we do need a couple of days.
[18:21:31] <Jimmy> Yeah, yeah. Sounds good.
[18:22:02] <Dallas> *to Jimmy* You're welcome to come along, of course.
[18:22:33] <Dallas> *Big one eighty, but that pile of Benjamins is one helluva squirt of lubricant, and really tough to ignore.*
[18:22:53] <Jimmy> *Jimmy's gone from esctatic to absolutely starstruck.* O-Of course! Yeah, of course!
[18:22:55] <Dallas> *Like social lubricant--you know what I'm talkin' abouuut.*
[18:23:37] <Dallas> *All right, seriously question. During the hug there, Dallas got a solid look at Jimmy's face. Did his eyes look weird, like he's high?*
[18:24:05] <Hoxton> *Hox is secretly not so sure if bringing Jimmy along is such a good idea. For the sneaky parts that is. He looks like he can handle himself in a gunfight though.*
[18:24:14] <Sydney> *Sydney arches an eyebrow. She gets a bit of a distant look as she starts to plan out a proper mask for Jimmy. Can't tarnish the gang's image with a freakin duct tape mask.*
[18:24:39] <Jimmy> *Not particularly, no. He's been more focused on work than drugs.*
[18:24:47] <Dallas> *Oh no, so that's all him.*
[18:25:39] <Jimmy> *uwu*
[18:26:25] <Dallas> Looking forward to working with you, buddy. Could you show us the place tonight so we can get an idea what we're up against?
[18:26:55] <Jimmy> .. Yeah, course. Can't get too close, though. Pretty secretive.
[18:27:51] <Dallas> Yeah, I gathered. Any idea how to get past the drones?
[18:28:44] <Jimmy> .. ECM jammer could work, temporary though. Probably just sneakin' past em.
[18:29:15] <Hoxton> Someone operatin the cams? Or is the feed bein send somewhere?
[18:29:38] <Dallas> Maybe we can suss out their patrolling patterns.
[18:30:32] <Jimmy> .. Not sure. Probably an operator. External'd be a lotta work an' a lotta money.
[18:30:58] <Hoxton> Yeah. We should bring a cam. Film those fuckers and get the patrol schemes down if it turns out easier.
[18:31:02] <Sydney> *Sydney's eyes glaze over even further as the stealth preparations are discussed. She stares at Jimmy for a significant amount of time, brainstorming ideas.*
[18:31:57] <Hoxton> To bad we cant shoot those wankas. Would be fun target practice
[18:32:09] <Hoxton> *Beat* The drones I mean.